Washing clothes ii

The last picture was actually of me rinsing clothes. This one is of washing clothes.

Rock climbing

washing of clothes

An exhibit from the root museum

Eucalyptus I think.
There are many, all painted black.
I did indeed forget my camera cord, so all pictures until I return will be drawn. Here at least I have some times in the morning, if I know what to draw. It is not always easy.

Adventures awhile ago

I arrived safely yesterday after a couple of hours in flight.
Then it was an hour ride in a taxi, along lovely fields and orchards, including one small marigold patch. Many of the houses were very colorful. There were a lot of mango trees in bloom.
A family picked me up, and I soon was hearing jokes and Odyssey quotes from the boys of the family, R and M.
I was very tired upon arrival and rather collapsed.
Today began with the sight of a magpie type bird with brown wings, and a couple of what someone last time I was here
a tasty breakfast of spiced porridge.
Then studies in the morning.
Adventures in the afternoon.
We explored an actual jungle path, some parts "looking like Narnia" covered in what looked like possibly milkweed down.
We saw what looked like a small brown bald eagle.
We went on an imaginary voyage among the stars.
We saw the "AC" hut, really Adansi, made out of bamboo, with even a bamboo light fixture inside. As one of my young friends, R, said, "It is too bad it is locked"

The adventure begins

I type this with a cup of warm masala chai at my elbow, in one of the rooms at a transit flat in New Delhi. I can hear birds and the occasional horn outside.

The flight was good. At the last second, my seatmate was able to switch to a larger seat, which let me have two to curl up on. I felt a little shy about my good fortune though.

Here in the high rises, the elevators have glass walls at the far end, and most of the way up is windows, so that one can look out and see things as one rides them. It's nice. To my left is a window and balcony which overlooks a small wilderness plot.

At noon, I leave for the airport again, to fly south to visit bangalore.
I probably won't have internet connection there, apparently.

In Chicago, after I had written the previous post, I ran into an Indian woman from New Orleans, coming here for a root canal. It would have cost 3000 dollars in the US. Here it is much cheaper, and the ticket was only 1300 or so. She was very nice and we enjoyed each other's company for the last couple of hours until boarding.

I guess that is all that I can think of.

Written in Chicago / posted in New Delhi

I have arrived safely.
It was 28 degrees F outside when we landed. A little bit of snow was here and there, and a lot of ice.
The flight was uneventful, but I was grateful for something to drink.
Hopefully I didn't end up leaving my camera cord at home. I can't find it.
Not that I have able to connect to the weak free public wi-fi either. I think I will go exploring soon.
The airport is very big and busy.
Farewell.

I have returned.
It is very large. I have yet to go down concourse L, yet my feet and shoulders are sore. Terminal 5, is I think where the international flights come in. Does Terminal 4 exist? Or is it the 13th floor.

I discovered why Chicago O'Hare is called O'Hare.
Also that Lake Michigan has/had a lot of wrecks from WWII in it.

Still no go on wi-fi. Temp pis.

I also saw a dinosaur skeleton. It was huge.

It is curious -- the style and architecture of all the terminals seem vastly different. One might almost guess one was in a different airport.

6 and a half hours to go...

Make that likely 7 and a half at the time. I think Chicago time is an hour early. It is only two hours later. I slept a little and explored L. L is rather empty at the moment. We'll see if connection works. I rather don't think so. It claims that it is connected, and the siganl is good, yet nothihg happens. I think I give up. Sorry.

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Unfortunately I still cannot find the camera cord. So there may not be any pictures until I return.